Tuesday Poetry Drop: Quiet
Quiet, searching for meaning? No, not meaning. More of a cleansing. An ordained, predestined connection. Not of some special election, but of a drifting away from creation. From our place. From our starting destination. Why does the beginning seem so far while I seem so marred. It is not that the beauty has disappeared. It is that I have been taught to fear the path that leads back to God. He is my refuge, my peace, my rod and my staff. In Him I will rest. Only in Him I find my true purpose.